Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 690: Information that has been missed

This is Salazar Slytherin? Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts?

Even if this green shadow somehow got stuck in the rock wall, even if Ensi looked over here, basically only half of his face could be seen, but the strange magic mixed in that voice made Ensi didn't have time for him at all.

He didn't even show it. The scene where half of a face appeared on the wall before him was actually inexplicably ridiculous, as if it had been abruptly built into the wall with bricks.

"Although the tokens you have awakened the images I left behind, it is impossible for me to admit your strength. Turn around and leave! Stupid successors..."

When the last sentence gradually settled, the power that seemed to bind Ensi's heart also quietly faded. He looked at the fading pale green face on the wall, but his mind that slowly became clear was more muddy.

"...What does this mean?" Ensi blinked his eyes in wonder, then looked around, "Even if I don't go back, where can I go?"

It's over now, and there are big and small rocks everywhere in the secret room, which has long been destroyed by people. But after he looked around for a week, he naturally found nothing.

"Hey..." He shook his head, and said to himself, "Maybe there was still something before, but now there is nothing that should be gone. What else is the'bassilisk'? Power and gold? It's probably long ago. It was taken away by someone who got lucky..."

Ensi muttered to himself, turning his head and walking back--just as if I was blinded by this effort! Don't translate ancient texts if you know it. Isn't it good to save time to practice the spell?

However, he didn't notice that since he turned around and took the first step away, the green-shaded face on the wall that had almost disappeared suddenly became solid again.

Yes, every time he took a step, the green shadows that had turned into faint green light particles scattered so close together followed. And as Ensi walked to the center of the secret room step by step, that strange and inexplicable power suddenly entangled his heart!

There was a sudden tremor at Ensi's feet, and he froze in place like a stone sculpture.

"If you are a stupid person who inherits from Godric, you will definitely choose to move on after hearing what I have just said; only my successors, who are both shrewd and wise, can consider what lies hidden in the reckless progress. Risk..."

The hiss of the snake-like voice echoed again.

"However, I never deny the necessity of courage. Moderate persistence will give the wizard the opportunity to rise up again after a fall in the journey of magic. The ups and downs of the future are inevitable, and the courage to choose also supports me. Wait for the wizard to move towards the foundation of glory."

Speaking of this, the Slytherin phantom in the wall paused for a while, and then whispered in his hoarse, snake-like voice:

"The successor... now, come back!"

In Salazar Slytherin's seemingly irresistible words, Ensi turned around stiffly with his hands and feet, and he could even hear the creaking in his uncooperative joints.

"Then, show me your perseverance that has been recognized by Helga, and walk in front of me again."

Now, even Ensi, who doesn’t know much about all kinds of magic theories, understands to some extent. The power that makes him feel rusty in his body and mind seems to originate from Salazar Slater. Lin's voice.

It's just that he doesn't know that that kind of power actually comes from "language", and only those who can understand Snakeman will deeply feel this strange and terrifying soul bondage.

"Hiss--hahhh--"

The sound is still going on, but this time it becomes some kind of meaningless snake-like syllable, but there is a little more wonderful rhythm in it.

The burden is getting heavier and heavier.

"It looks like...I can't do it if I don't agree..."

Ens murmured hard, then gritted his teeth and took a step forward. But this was only one step, and it made him feel an extremely powerful pain-it was not a heart-piercing pain, but an unspeakable burden, which made him afraid that he would never forget tonight this evening for the rest of his life. "No disaster".

If the current Maca were here, he might be able to realize that Salazar's understanding and application of the rules of the soul had definitely reached an extremely high level.

Ens is still moving forward, with a long pause for each step. As Shicai Slytherin said, now he can only support it with his innate perseverance.

Perhaps...Perhaps all this can be ended by falling down, and Ens vaguely understands this. But at this time, which man would choose to retreat in a vain manner? At least he is never willing to admit that he has a cowardly part.

Think about it just now, how easy was the pace when you left? But now, he has experienced it personally. It turned out that sometimes walking a few steps can become a kind of torture that seems to be indefinitely.

The stagnant muscles and every joint of the body seem to be unwilling to do so. Only full concentration can drag the legs, but they have to be distracted to control the balance of the body.

A few more steps? How far is it?

His vision is gradually becoming blurred. The wand and broom in his hand have already fallen on the ground behind him, and darkness is constantly rushing into his vision, as if to swallow all his consciousness.

Perhaps half an hour...or a few hours? Of course, in fact, it is also possible that only a few minutes have passed... Ensi is not sure, he only knows that a voice suddenly came into his mind in a trance.

"...Walk into the secret room behind me! Successors...you will understand where the next destination is...take my basilisk, and it will give you proper help...the burial should die Person, then accept the gift I gave you."

"Wait for you to return triumphantly from there, then take my things to Rowena's Tower! Once there, waiting for you will be the last chance to give up."

"Remember, stick to your heart, don't get lost in strength..."

The voice faded away, and the hiss was drawn from Ensi's mind. Immediately afterwards, he finally couldn't resist the dual exhaustion of body and mind, fell to the ground and his eyes became dark, and he fainted like this.

……

Almost at the same time that Enns fainted, the first batch of contestants were already in their positions in the International Alchemy Competition outside the castle.

In the center of the arena surrounded by a large number of spectators, a circle of alchemy workbenches arranged in a circle are already installed at this moment. In the sky above the arena, a surprisingly huge giant hourglass is gaining momentum.

The so-called alchemy—especially the research direction of material refining, is naturally focused on the manufacture of various peculiar alchemical products.

At the moment, Maca is sitting in the front row of VIP seats, and next to him are Professor McGonagall and Minister of Magic Mr. Scrimgeour. Behind them, Sarah and Fat Noah, who are family members of the chief judge, are sitting side by side here.

"Mr. McLean, what do you think?" Scrimgeour still had a serious face as usual, but he spoke with Maca with a rare touch of closeness. "Among the first batch of players , Is there a candidate you are optimistic about?"

Maca knew very well that what Scrimgeour wanted to ask was "Are there any celebrities you like?" He just left out the word "unknown".

Since it is related to the amount of benefits that can be obtained in the end, there are definitely a lot of people in the VIP seats closest to the arena who are always watching, trying to find potential individual alchemists ahead of others.

And those scattered alchemists with strength and brains, I am afraid that they are also working hard for their "future", because they know very well-the final ranking they will win will be freedom in the future. Pick the bargaining chip.

"Well, I'm actually not very familiar with alchemy. Just listen to it, but don't take it too seriously..." Maca casually said, "This game, Africa and Mesopotamia The two delegations should have a lot of eye-catching performances. As for the casual players... the one who stands out in the first batch should be the man wearing a Muggle tuxedo..."

Scrimgeour followed Maca’s sight and quickly found what Maca said from the players who were still waiting for the start of the game.

He was a middle-aged wizard with a pretty handsome appearance. The old-fashioned black tuxedo and the lined white shirt on him looked very pleasing to the eye.

However, being handsome does not mean being strong.

"That person...how did you see it?" Scrimgeour asked curiously.

"Oh, I said, don’t take it too seriously--" Maca smiled. "I also met him briefly before the game. How can I tell that he is not strong... I just think he It seems to be quite calm, don't you think?"

"Uh," Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows and nodded a little helplessly, "Is it..."

Maca didn't care about the distress of the Minister of Magic, he thought for a while, and suddenly he turned his head and gestured to Sarah and the fat man behind him.

"What do you two think?"

The fat man suddenly tilted his head when he heard the words~IndoMTL.com~Huh? you ask me? "He scratched his scalp with a gloomy expression, spreading his hands, "You ask me who am I going to ask?" "

Maca didn't care about the fat man's unreliability, although he was also the heir of the Hornheim family, and seemed to be the only heir. But as far as alchemy is concerned, he has never seen any signs of strength.

He nodded, then looked at Sarah's face again--

Maybe it's a little bit of apology for repeatedly refusing to participate, or it may be because it has nothing to do with her own interests, anyway, Sarah didn't just let it go this time. She shook her head slightly after taking a few glances in the court.

"Well," Sarah whispered, "Professor McLean, I think you are right."

　　

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